Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Jun 17, 2007 17:02:57 GMT -5
Teagan growled in the dark wisps of her thoughts. Why did life have to be so damn dreadful on occasions (She currently blamed the awfulness on Cobalt's sudden confidence)? Just to make some parts of life incredible? As if. It was always much better to have neither--only after one is raised to the very highest of life can one experience the greatest lows of it.
Her unhappy red eyes flecked with violet. She set her shoulders against the wall in an unrelaxed, firm manner, and she then crossed and clutched her arms together. Her rugged and faded blue jeans appeared board-like with her stance, and her shoulders made her black long-sleeved shirt look like that of a soldier's. Neither rested or danced like the fluffy, heavenly cream used to paint the clouds. Instead, the clothes were mostly straight with sharp creases in very specific areas. She was so unpleasant that if she was the statue she often appeared as, no one would want to purchase her--on a second thought, that is untrue. I must apologize for such a statement; a farmer would certainly find a great use in her as a great stone scarecow.
As for now, the almost-scowling prefect (for she rarely expressed her emotions in a bold performance) decided that she was going to walk around until it was much darker tonight for her patrols. She probably would not return to the common room until after her duties were finished. This was Teagan-typical. She often had long, lonesome nights like this with only half of her desolate soul for company. The other half was at Magic Horizons keeping her cousins and other family members "in the know;" they would not search for something they already knew the location of. Besides that and the excruciatingly painfully process of dividing the soul, those purebloods could not be allowed to take notice of the one original Monolayre, Mistress Doneele, mother of three children supposedly, and wed to none.
Why? Because they would know of Doneele when Doneele wanted them to know of her, and why would such an important halfblood such as Teagan be so protective in this matter...?
Ah well. I can explain that later. For now, Teagan's gloomy steps must be followed and narrated. That is what directly matters at this point in time.
She moved her agitated form and looked up into the darkening sky. It was already past sunset, but roseate and turquoise colors formed the sky before the deepening indigo. There were many clouds, but her scarlet eyes quickly found three twinkling stars off to the east. If Teagan were one of those things in the sky, she would most certainly be a putrid, heavy fortress of a cloud. Perhaps that Cobalt guy would be some stupid wind shoving her off everywhere and making her burst into furious storms. Gah. He was the reason she was so pissed right now--as in more pissed off than even usual. At the very thought of him, the skin along her back tensed like a victim finding that the murder was standing right behind himself or herself. She brushed it from her mind like like a duster sweeping dust from an old, unused television set: quickly, viciously, and brutally, but there was certainly a lot of dust, dustier than the Milky Way even. This kid was going to go. He would die, or he would leave; Teagan hated his guts.
Pulling her very aggressive thoughts aside, the sixteen year old tried to ice over her hot frustration. She would just handle him later.
A puff of wind splattered her waist-long straight, untrimmed red hair away from her shoulders. She ignored it without a second thought and wandered through the school grounds. Fortunately, her calm expression was not as ruffled as her thoughts; someone might have had the intense courage to question her movements if it was otherwise.
After a few minutes of walking aimlessly, the young girl stepped into the Dueling Field. The Dueling Hall had been destroyed during the war, and this was its replacement. She was not interested in dueling anyone, though, so she carefully walked along the sideline. She let her long ghost-like fingers drift and ripple the dirt and dust on the fairly clean outdoor rock walls. To keep her mind calm and unwavering, she carefully eyed and remained aware of her surroundings. For a place of fighting, this place she found to be quite peaceful.
Her unhappy red eyes flecked with violet. She set her shoulders against the wall in an unrelaxed, firm manner, and she then crossed and clutched her arms together. Her rugged and faded blue jeans appeared board-like with her stance, and her shoulders made her black long-sleeved shirt look like that of a soldier's. Neither rested or danced like the fluffy, heavenly cream used to paint the clouds. Instead, the clothes were mostly straight with sharp creases in very specific areas. She was so unpleasant that if she was the statue she often appeared as, no one would want to purchase her--on a second thought, that is untrue. I must apologize for such a statement; a farmer would certainly find a great use in her as a great stone scarecow.
As for now, the almost-scowling prefect (for she rarely expressed her emotions in a bold performance) decided that she was going to walk around until it was much darker tonight for her patrols. She probably would not return to the common room until after her duties were finished. This was Teagan-typical. She often had long, lonesome nights like this with only half of her desolate soul for company. The other half was at Magic Horizons keeping her cousins and other family members "in the know;" they would not search for something they already knew the location of. Besides that and the excruciatingly painfully process of dividing the soul, those purebloods could not be allowed to take notice of the one original Monolayre, Mistress Doneele, mother of three children supposedly, and wed to none.
Why? Because they would know of Doneele when Doneele wanted them to know of her, and why would such an important halfblood such as Teagan be so protective in this matter...?
Ah well. I can explain that later. For now, Teagan's gloomy steps must be followed and narrated. That is what directly matters at this point in time.
She moved her agitated form and looked up into the darkening sky. It was already past sunset, but roseate and turquoise colors formed the sky before the deepening indigo. There were many clouds, but her scarlet eyes quickly found three twinkling stars off to the east. If Teagan were one of those things in the sky, she would most certainly be a putrid, heavy fortress of a cloud. Perhaps that Cobalt guy would be some stupid wind shoving her off everywhere and making her burst into furious storms. Gah. He was the reason she was so pissed right now--as in more pissed off than even usual. At the very thought of him, the skin along her back tensed like a victim finding that the murder was standing right behind himself or herself. She brushed it from her mind like like a duster sweeping dust from an old, unused television set: quickly, viciously, and brutally, but there was certainly a lot of dust, dustier than the Milky Way even. This kid was going to go. He would die, or he would leave; Teagan hated his guts.
Pulling her very aggressive thoughts aside, the sixteen year old tried to ice over her hot frustration. She would just handle him later.
A puff of wind splattered her waist-long straight, untrimmed red hair away from her shoulders. She ignored it without a second thought and wandered through the school grounds. Fortunately, her calm expression was not as ruffled as her thoughts; someone might have had the intense courage to question her movements if it was otherwise.
After a few minutes of walking aimlessly, the young girl stepped into the Dueling Field. The Dueling Hall had been destroyed during the war, and this was its replacement. She was not interested in dueling anyone, though, so she carefully walked along the sideline. She let her long ghost-like fingers drift and ripple the dirt and dust on the fairly clean outdoor rock walls. To keep her mind calm and unwavering, she carefully eyed and remained aware of her surroundings. For a place of fighting, this place she found to be quite peaceful.
OOC: Sorry for the delay and quality.